Move to Indianapolis
We started feeling the pendulum of our lives swinging away from Bloomington. So much of what we needed, and the specialists with whom we were working, were in Indianapolis.
Bloomington was a lovely town. I loved living there. I still remember how excited I was when I first got to see that town – I was completely charmed by the sight of an actual courthouse square in the middle of town, and in the county seat, no less! They really exist! We had a fabulous church and a new minister we would have been pleased to have had as our minister for the rest of our lives. There was an easiness to life when driving all the way across town took 15 minutes, TOPS. It had a yet-to-be-beaten farmer’s market, fantastic playgrounds, and a community that I could easily have settled into for the long haul. But it was not meant to be.
Thomas’ needs trumped ours. We had found an ABA clinic in Indianapolis that supervised Thomas’ home program, and the 10 hours we were giving Thomas at home were so impactful that we wanted to get him into that center-based program. The doctor that was overseeing the diet & biomedical treatments for autism was up in Indianapolis as well. We even were driving up to Indy to buy natural foods at Trader Joe’s, because at that time, spending the money on gas to drive the nearly 90 minutes up there and back to buy those groceries was cheaper than buying them right there in Bloomington. Rob applied for a job in Indianapolis and got it. The pendulum had swung.
We researched and hand-picked the school district we thought offered the best special education services for kids with autism. I actually cried tears of joy when I saw his Kindergarten classroom: a swing, mini trampoline, cozy corner for reading, computers with assistive technology…perfect. We shed tears saying goodbye to some fantastic people in Bloomington, but moved to Indianapolis and have never regretted it. It was the right move at the right time.